Grace Midtown Church had baptisms on Easter Sunday this year. I remember reading a story about an Ethiopian man getting baptized in the Bible. The guy was reading the Old Testament prophet Isaiah in his chariot, and Philip ran up to ask him if he understood what he was reading. He said there was no way he could understand unless someone would explain it to him. So Philip told him that Isaiah was prophesying about a man he knew named Jesus, and then told him all about what Jesus had been like. The Ethiopian’s response? “Hey, there’s some water over there! Can you baptize me now?!” So Philip Baptizes him, and then is teleported away by the Holy Spirit (!!!), and the Ethiopian goes on his way “rejoicing.” Really really happy.
I used to wonder what happened. When did baptism lose the excitement? Why do people look so composed when they are getting baptized? Are people even happy to be starting this new way of life? Then I was at Grace Midtown during baptisms. People were baptized, surrounded by their close friends and the people who have been teaching them about Jesus. You could feel the love in the room. I hope you can see it in the pictures.